Tom cursed and left.
Before he left, he also took Father Tony's stock, an old photograph that could be lit at a crucial moment to ensure safety for a while.
For the average person, that would suffice.
Du Wei and Father Tony watched as Tom drove away, the expressions on their faces both somewhat different.
The former was expressionless.
The latter's right face was bruised, looking defeated and dirty.
"He didn't pay, Mr. Du Wei, Tom didn't give me a dime, and he punched me..."
Father Tony complained to Du Wei, having been a priest for so many years and never before encountering someone as unreasonable and asshole-like as Tom.
Regarding this.
Du Wei said indifferently, "When he took you to the Red-Light District to have fun, you should have known that he had already paid."
Father Tony was dumbfounded, "That was his treat."
Du Wei said sarcastically, "There's no such thing as a free lunch."
